Beneath the golden sun, he toils and sows,
With hands that nurture, where the green field grows.
Each furrow turned, a promise of tomorrow,
In the silent dawn, free from sorrow.

His eyes reflect the sky, so vast and blue,
Dreams interwoven with the morning dew.
Through seasons’ change, he stands resolute,
A guardian of earth, humble and mute.

The whispering wind tells tales of old,
Of harvests gathered, and winters cold.
Yet in his heart, a fire burns bright,
Sustained by love, pure as the light.

With every sunset, a story unfurls,
Of a farmer’s life, and nature’s pearls.
In every seed, a future is sown,
A testament to the life he’s known.